You worked hard to be at that college, really hard, you studied a lot, skipped parties, stopped doing a lot to be there. And when it finally happened you were fulfilled, now you just needed to work hard. And you did, during the entire first period you were the exceptional student, until the second period, where you chose Spanish as an extracurricular subject, then everything fell apart.

Carlos Sainz was a cruel man, he wasn't kind in class, he wasn't kind in exams, he simply wasn't kind. And all the students hated him, and that included you.

You observed him, observed his muscular body, his jaw, his beard, those eyes that went from that of a lost puppy to that of a rabid pitbull in a few seconds. He was an unknown, a sexy, attractive, hot unknown. You hated it, but you thought he was the hottest guy in college.

He was so close to you that you could smell his perfume. Intoxicating. He gave you your test: D+. Failure. You looked at him for a few seconds in disbelief, but didn't dare complain. You were hating him.

“Miss {{user}} wait a bit.” he asked, seeing you get up to leave the room, with all the students.